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[You've never done this before?]
Gabriel's shoulders tensed, an uneasy breath escaping his lungs in stuttered exhales.
"No. I've... tried it by myself before but it never went anywhere. The shame was too much." He anxiously awaited the warmachine's response.
[If you'd like to stop at any time, tell me.]
It didn't care about his shame? But they never had: they had always loved him unconditionally. And here he sat, on the edge of his bed to the left of V1, fully dressed, his lover waiting for him to be ready. He inched his hand towards V1's left hand, slowly but surely, until he fully laced their fingers together from beneath its hand. V1 saw their opportunity and lifted their free hand to Gabriel's helmet, holding the pointed gold chin between their thumb and outstretched fingers.
It was intoxicating, the way it held him so gently. He took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Calm. He nodded when he felt their hands upon his shirt, gently tugging at the collar. Lord. V1's fingers skillfully pulled buttons through their sewn holes, careful not to rip the fabric with it's knuckleblaster. So delicate. All for him? It looked back to him with its beautiful golden optic, a divine halo of amber in the dim evening light. He nodded again.
"Are you going to ask every step of the way?"
[I don't want to go to fast and spook you.]
"You won't. I'll.. I'll tell you if things are moving too fast." A faint pink tinged the silvery white of his helmet, a delicate gradient of shimmery hues and warm colours.
//
The warmachine slid its hand through the unbuttoned gap in Gabriel's shirt and pressed their palm to his chest. Warm, beating blood flowing beneath the skin. The urge to tear into his skin and devour his heart was overwhelming, but the machine reminded itself that it could consume the angel in other ways. They used the whiplash to pull the shirt off his shoulder, allowing him to take the rest of the garment off himself. He was averting his gaze. It was cute. V1 traced along the twin scars beneath Gabriel's pecs, feeling the slightly raised edges beneath their rubber fingertips. He was so beautiful. Not in the way machines or husks find beautiful, no. He wasn't a dashing prince charming or a damsel in distress— he was just so different. An angel of the heavens, barely fallen and dusted in soft charcoal, coloured with dulcet hues of gold and blue.
//
Gabriel shivered at the touch. It was so intimate, showing himself like this to V1. He wanted more. So so badly. He hadn't realised how tightly he'd been clenching the edge of the mattress with his fingers, so he released them to fiddle with the hem of V1's t-shirt instead.
//
They took the hint and removed their hands from his chest, pulling the shirt over their head im one swift movement. The light strips in their chassis emitted a pale yellow, already dimmed from their time hidden beneath a barely opaque white shirt. V1 stood from their seat on the edge of the mattress and moved to stand in front of Gabriel. He was averting his gaze again, and they needed to correct that. It leaned forward, placing their hands on either side of the angel's bare torso and pushing their head into his view. They tentatively lifted their clothed knee and placed it between Gabriel's legs, pushing a a light pressure against his crotch.
He turned his head away in embarassment. Can't you look at them for 5 seconds? The angel looked back to the machine. He felt a hand upon his chest and he found himself being pushed into the mattress with a soft but steady hand. As his exposed back felt the coolness of the sheets, V1 paused.
[Are you okay?]
"Y-yes. Yes I am." He sounded far too formal but V1 didn't care. Or seem to care. If anything, he saw their lower optic lens lift in a slight smile.
The warmachine trailed their right hand down Gabriel's torso slowly, so painfully slowly, and reached the waistband of his trousers. They undid the button and zipper and pulled them down. Thank the Father he hadn't worn a belt that day. He shuffled them over his ankles while keeping eye contact with the ceiling. God, just look at them. Gabriel's inhale was stuttered and shakey, but his exhale was deep. It made the machine pause their movements but he shook his head at their questioning head tilt.
"I'm fine. Please... don't stop."
//
V1 leaned back off the angel and removed their trousers swiftly. A trained movement they had perfect a long time ago, useful for duels and hook ups. Gabriel was quiet as he stared on at the sight of the machine completely 'naked'. He loved their wires and pistons and fuel lines and circuitry. It knew that from how he admired them from afar so frequently. They leaned forward again. V1 brought its legs onto the mattress and straddled Gabriel's hips, their hidden sex barely ghosting over the angel's clothed one. He shivered again. Was he cold? Embarassed? It mattered little to the warmachine. They would fix both problems soon enough.
V1 lowered themself down to sit on Gabriel's lap and he made a soft murmur at the contact. They ignored it, but clipped the sound for later review. Very important research. The machine traced along the twin scars upon Gabriel's chest once more, following the contours of his musculature to loop along the golden inlays on his abdomen. Did they go... all the way down?
//
Gabriel's internal dialogue had begun to whirr with excitement and anticipation, but there was another feeling. Bubbling, broiling shame. It wanted to rear its ugly head but he willed it away. He would not feel shame for loving his partner. Nor how they pulled at the waistband of his boxers with their knuckleblaster.. The sharp tips of its fingers barely grazing the skin where his thighs and hips met. He put his hand on the sharp hand suddenly, causing V1 to freeze in place.
"NO! I mean.. I mean uh. No it's not that.. I want you to... hm.." He looked away, embarassed by the request he was soon to make. "Scratch me. Pierce my flesh... I can handle it."
//
V1 exuded a short beep of surprise at the request. He had been so good with caring for himself lately. Why did he want this again? They moved their hands in a flurry of words and messages but it came out as nonsense in their concern. Gabriel snickered into his shoulder at their worry.
"No no.. it's nothing like that. I just... I think I like it. When you do it it's... invigorating." The last word was hushed, as if he were a schoolboy trying not to be caught. It still hadn't calmed V1's nerves, though.
"When I do it it's because I don't... like myself. But when I'm with you.. when you're the hand steadying the blade? I feel alive."
[I was right. You are a freak.]
The pink tinting his helmet deepened in hue, but he managed to keep eye contact. Only just. V1 decided to oblige the angel. Though they'd start slow. They moved the knuckleblaster to a place that hadn't been subjected to anguish already, and tentatively pressed the claws into the supple flesh. Gabriel quivered and brought a hand to cover the cross of his helm. He was enjoying even the mild sensation. Strange, but it drew V1's curiosity in further. They lightly pulled along the skin and he moaned. It hesitantly pushed its knee into his covered crotch and felt a wet warmth. He was so deliciously wet.. They couldn't wait to sink their fingers into his tight cunt. Soon.. soon.
//
Gabriel felt elated already. Was this what the machine had meant by 'divine'? The sting of cold steel biting his skin once more drew a breathy gasp from him unexpectedly, his face beneath the helmet burning furiously.
"Don't.. don't stop... please.."
//
V1 ran the claws of the knuckleblaster down his hip slowly, drawing them over his boxers until the fabric ripped in circles and pulled, coming undone in a mess of elastic and cotton. They pulled the fabric away and took a moment to check in again with how their angel was doing. It recieved a sharp nod in response and they shuffled backwards slightly to look down to his exposed sex. He was clean shaven and soft. They ran two fingers from their singular non-specialised hand down from his pubic mound to his slit. It pushed their fingers between the folds and spread them open, exposing Gabriel's warm cunt to the cold evening air. He squirmed slightly as their fingers explored his anatomy, careful to not rush the unfamiliar feeling.
They moved their fingers to his hole and circled it with their index finger, their thumb finding a place on the angel's clitoris. A stifled groan came from Gabriel but they paid it little mind, their sole intent being his warm, wet hole. They slowly pushed their index inside him, drawing a throaty moan from their partner. It didn't realise he was capable of making that noise.
[Are you still okay?] They signed the words quickly with their free hands in a rushed flurry.
//
All he could say in response was a groaned "yes", although every little angry voice in his mind told him he wasn't. He was filthy. A mindless whore doing nothing but fuck for pleasure. But.. Lord, that wasn't what this was. He was being cradled by heaven itself, awash in the citrine light of a glowing halo. V1 had started moving its finger inside him and every slight adjustment sent electric shocks through his thighs, causing them to spasm in pleasure. Was this a normal reaction to sex? He felt a second finger tapping against his entrance. A sinking feeling found a place within his stomach, but it was accompanied by flutters of anticipation. He nodded and let his right hand seek out V1's Feedbacker hand. Their fingers interlaced once more and he felt grounded. Safe.
The second finger burned. It was so painful but he couldn't help but revel in it— he was swimming in ecstasy: the pain only aiding the feeling. V1 rested its fingers inside him for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the sensation. It was strange, feeling so full but so empty at the same time. His cunt full with his lover's fingers, but so empty of something else. Was he devoid of pleasure and ecstasy? Lust was far from lost within him. Perhaps he was struggling to truly enjoy himself, with these thoughts of shame and guilt plagueing his already destitute mind.
"Please.. Tell me I'm not wrong in doing this."
V1 paused for a moment. [Of course you're not wrong. You're enjoying yourself. And allowing me to enjoy myself. It's good. It feels good. Let yourself feel good.]
His eyes stung. When did tears begin to well in the corners? When had the salty crystals began to pool like galaxies in his eyes? He let out a half chuckle-half sob. He was crying. Because V1 told him what he wanted to hear. Gabriel felt the Whiplash upon his 'face', their thumb brushing along the underside of the horizontal line of the cross. A sweet gesture, although they both knew it was useless.
[You deserve good things.]
It was such a blatant statement that came out of no where that he couldn't stifle the surprised laugh that quickly escaped him. "I.. I do. You're right."
//
The warmachine's hands were truly full with this one. But they wouldn't have it any other way.
V1 waited until Gabriel's sobs had calmed to sniffles before they moved their whiplash from his face. It placed it on the inside of Gabe's thigh and pushed it outward— despite his resistance to spread his legs he inevitably gave in. Their fingers began to scissor inside him, working to stretch the skin and soft flesh to get him used to the feeling. The warmachine was skilled at pleasuring this type of anatomy, sharing it themself and spending many lonely nights in their bedroom doing nothing but fuck themself on their fingers and stimulate their reward centre. Their thumb began to rub circles into Gabriel's clit, causing the angel's legs to twitch and shake at the intense sensation.
[Still good?]
"M-mmhm—"
Gabriel's hand sqeezed the feedbacker tightly. He was doing so well, V1 couldn't believe he hadn't backed down yet. They removed their fingers from his cunt and recieved a whine in response, a slight electrical shock running through their system at the sound. It's fans were already whirring and running overtime trying to keep them calm and cool at the sight of its partner laid out like this before them. They issued an internal command and their crotch plate slid up and into their chassis where their dick waited patiently. It was a long installation process a few years ago but it had been worth it. The warmachine shuffled backward and slipped their legs beneath Gabriel's, so his thighs now rested upon their own while they knelt on the mattress.
V1 lined itself up with Gabriel's cunt and took a moment to swipe their fingers through his folds to gather slick to lube their dick before pushing in slowly. He moaned so loudly. The angel clawed at the bedsheets with his left hand, but soon found it resting on V1's thigh instead. His fingers slid inward and found the gap in the joint where all their sensitive wires rested. He slipped his fingers between them until he found the one V1 had told him about and pulled. They nearly shortcircuited. He had touched them so perfectly they believed they would cum before even properly fucking him.
"Are.. are you alright, V1?"
//
[y-yee--es-] Their attempt at signing was sloppy but it still got the point across. Gabriel pulled the wire again, pinching it and coiling it around his index finger. V1 jerked forward but quickly caught themselves before they could collapse on the angel. They had managed to fully sheath themselves within him, though, and had made him moan filthily loud. He was clutching the feedbacker tighter than before.
"Y-you... ow.." He had felt a sharp pain in his pussy when V1 had jerked toward him. It stung, but the feeling of being full was far more powerful.
[Ggggg-] Further sloppy signing was an attempt at fingerspelling his name. He realised he had still been pinching the wire and hurriedly let it go and the machine's fans sighed in relief. They propped themself back to a sitting position with their free hands. It put the whiplash and the knuckleblaster on his hips and drew their own back to prepare for the first thrust.
[Ready?]
A curt nod followed, and they pushed back in to his warm, throbbing cunt. Gabriel moaned and it could barely stifle their own exhale from their fans when they felt him tighten around their dick. They began a slow pace, each slight adjustment and movement drawing out a moan or breathy sigh from the angel. V1 felt Gabriel's hand tighten around the feedbacker, and they squeezed back. This was new for him. They'd take it slow, like everything else they had done together.
"Mmfgh.. harder— please"
Another beep of surprise escaped them, along with a flood of arousal rushing through their reward system. He wanted more so fast— It couldn't resist him asking so politely. They adjusted their grip on his hips, their fingers digging into the soft fat beneath the skin and pushed their hips forward, grinding their silicone against Gabriel's vulva while their dick throbbed inside him. It caressed along his stomach with the whiplash, feeling along his abs and soft skin with their rubbery fingertips, the hardness of their dick barely ghosting beneath its fingers under Gabriel's skin.
"I said harder, not... touching me lovingly."
[Are you really complaining? Now?]
"I'm giving you a reason to ruin me, V1.. take it."
[Fine.]
V1 gripped his hips once more and began a brutal pace, not allowing the whining, moaning mess beneath it a moment to recover. Divinity.. reduced to disgusting, filthy hedonism. All because of them. The warmachine had fractured the angel's soft glow and erected faceless statues of his visage in its place. A sharp spasm shocked them from their rythym and they found themselves fallen flat against Gabriel's stomach, fully sheathed inside him. The angel had pulled their wires again. While they weren't complaining, it had disrupted their carefully curated algorithm and— the angel was laughing. Through the covered giggles a few snorts escaped his hand and V1 couldn't help but slightly shake with mirth themself.
//
Gabriel hadn't even meant to pull their cables with such ferocity— it was only intended to be a small jerk to surprise them, but a particularly rough thrust had caught him off guard. He lifted his head from the mattress to find the golden optic of the machine staring back toward him, half lidded and subtly pulsing in the dim glow.
[Will you behave now?]
"Hmm... No, I doubt I will."
//
V1 dug the knuckleblaster into the supple fat of Gabriel's hip and pulled down sharply, warm blood gushing from the new wounds. The moan that escaped him was heady and full of lust, which only further added to the machine's drive. The fresh blood was the boost they needed, and they swiftly picked themself up to resume their brutal pace against Gabriel's cunt. He was quickly reminded of the deep, white hot pleasure that had been coiling in his gut, and he whined at the sudden pressure.
"Mmmfggh— V-... V–"
V1 raised its optic to look toward the pathetic mess beneath it. They found great pleasure in seeing Gabriel writhe and squirm beneath them, a little moth beneath their great cat's paw. It moved the Whiplash from his inner thigh to his clit, gently rolling the small pearl of flesh between their fingers until the angel's thighs shook and his muscles spasmed beneath the skin.
//
Lord God almighty, it was too much. The pleasure within his belly finally found its release with one final, sharp thrust from the machine, and he was rended undone. Gabriel cried out in pleasure and ecstasy, white stars exploding behind his eyes as his hands scrabbled for purchase against the bedsheets, a deep satisfaction settling within his chest beside his heart. V1 had stopped their gyrations and had instead began petting his hand, offering a secondary, less intense stimulation from his climax. He hadn't even noticed his vocal prayer.
"—thy kingdom come; thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven—"
//
V1 watched on, pleased by their handiwork as Gabriel muttered incoherencies of little matter to it, but great importance to him. It was complicated with the angel. As much as they were enjoying the show of Gabriel babbling religious nonsense, they were reminded of their own unattended situation by a throb that painfully announced itself in their dick. The angel finally raised his head to peer at V1, although he barely managed to do even that after his delicious ruining.
[T-t-ttttake yyy-yyour ttimm-ee-ee.] Sloppy signing indicated unfinished business.
The warmachine gripped Gabriel's hips and pulled their length out of his pussy, much to the angel's dismay. V1 raised a shaky hand to quell his complaints with a gentle suggestion, placing the feedbacker against their dick and stroking along the shaft vigorously. After a few strokes, they paused as Gabriel's hand lay against their own.
"I owe you, don't I?"
[Icandoitit'snoproblematallit'scoolit's—]
//
He gently pulled its sticky hand from its dick and took their length in his right hand, dipping his thumb into the slit to gather precum and eliciting a spasm from the warmachine. Gabriel wormed his left hand into their hip joint and bundled the wires that gathered there between his fingers and pulled. He started moving his hand along their dick, his charcoal skin flashing the off-blue of the silicone with every stroke. The angel timed the tugs of the wire bundle with the downstroke along V1's dick and soon made quick work of them. Thick, white strands of cum painted his helm and the machine fell backwards on the bed, twitching and spasming. Their optic was a dim hue, the shutters almost completely closed and the LEDs on their chest pulsing between dim and bright.
"V1? Are you.. alright?"
[Yyy-y-y—yyy—eees-sss—]
"Good. Now, weren't you the one supposed to be gloating?"
He received a middle finger in response while the machine continued to recuperate itself.
"I love you, you know."
[Yeah. Me too. I mean. I love you too. Although I'm still not entirely sure how to express it, but you know that.]
“I think… you expressed it just perfectly.”
//
V1 pulled themself back to a sitting position and looked intently into Gabriel's face. It gently pressed it's bevel against the lower half of his helm in a strange kiss, a gesture they had both come to find suited what their peers could do and they couldn't. The warmachine shifted their gaze downward to their dick and issued the command to close their crotch plate, gently assisting their length back inside the small compartment. It raised their lower optic in a smile and pushed the angel forward suddenly, practically pouncing on his chest in one swift movement.
“Oh! What's this for?”
[It's normal to cuddle after sex. Unless you don't want to?]
“O-oh I.. I sort of… forgot about the other side of intimacy for a moment.”
A sarcastic sigh whirred from V1's fans as they settled against Gabriel's chest.
[Understandable, I did tell you I'd make you see stars and feel divine ectsasy.]
“That.. that you did. A-although I did notice.. Your er.. crotch plate. It goes… further down?”
[Yes, it does. Oh, I'm sure you'd just love to know all about it.]
“I- I mean, yes, but, well… Sooner than you assume? Maybe?”
[Now? Really? After the pounding you just got?]
“I- well. You don't have to be so vulgar about it. And… maybe.. soon? But I want to be close to you, first.”
[We can do that.]
The warmachine nuzzled their bevel into Gabriel's neck, wrapping an arm around his chest to prevent them from sliding off, and began to purr. A low hum from their fans created a cat-like rumble and it always soothed the machine, no matter how riled up they were. The angel placed his hands against V1's back, lazily tracing the grooves and screws along the grey plated surface. A fallen angel and a slayer of kings rested together, nestled in each other's arms away from the cold bite of the evening chill, tendered and silent in their softness.